To put it as succinctly as possible, I hate my hair. The last few years it’s been thinning on top, to the point where it’s invisible on pictures of me, and I had a bald spot hiding where I couldn’t see it except with mirrors or a camera. I’ve looked into hair transplants, but I really don’t want to spend that much. So I got myself a wig. Now I have a full heard of luxurious ash blonde hair. (It was the closest to my natural color I could find, and the colors weren’t accurate on my laptop screen.)
I like my new look. I can style it any way I like, so I can wear it casually combed forward, or brush it back for a more distinguished look. And being able to take it off can be beneficial when styling it. As for my real hair—what was left of it—I’ve shaved it all off. I’m used to seeing myself bald from my days in chemotherapy. I wish I had this wig then.
I premiered my new look last night at the Chanhassen Dinner Theatre, where we customarily celebrate Jim’s birthday with his family. We saw their production of Jersey Boys. It was a fun show, even if Frankie Valli was played by an understudy. (But man could he hit those high notes! Where did they find so many countertenors?) The music was a fun stroll down memory lane. (I’m old enough to remember “Oh What A Night” long before I got what it was about. 😉) The part of Tommy DeVito was played by an actor I’m familiar with from his commercials for a local furniture store. He’s totally cute and I have an insane crush on him.